Is what everyone in this world needs to learn more about and actually practice it! What happened to etiquette in our world? It’s sad to say that it is gone.
knife, fork, eat properly, manners, gentleman. Etiquette is something that is lacking in the world today, especially among women. I myself am a culprit. I myself am a Ladette.
“Didn’t your mother teach you proper etiquette? Haven’t you ever heard of the word ‘manners’? You disgusting filth, you. Get out of my sight before I puke.”
The etiquette class changed him. It did not help of course. He was as rude as ever. Worse than I could have previously imagined. He now knew how to mock manners on a whole new level.
Enter: the public sphere;
Your mothers fears
A space to share
On the condition
You don’t bring your
Fathers sweat and tears
Be short, be brief, be clear
Otherwise your not wanted here.
Do you remember “writer’s etiquette?” How we were taught that each sentence begins
and ends with proper punctuation! And the fact that grammer and spelin were the most important for clarity and understanding of a pice.
etiquette. well when i think of etiquette, I think of manners, and when I think of manners, I think of my mom yelling at me at the dinner table to use them. I use them when I am around other people who arent in my family, but when I’m just eating at home, theres no point in using them.
Proper placement of the silverware is imperative. The dessert spoon goes above the dinner plate, with its bowl on the left. Forks go from the outside in, in order of the course. Napkin goes in lap as soon as you sit down. Lay your cutlery across your plate diagonally, northwest to southeast, tines down, to signal when you are finished eating.
Why Do we need to follow a set of rules telling us how to write talk and walk ben dress – why isn’t this world about individuality and expressing yourself ? All we talk about I freedom and how USA is the best because of ally eh freedom we have – but than they stick all these rules on who to be . You can’t yell at anyone without feelin bad , This is such bullshit – why do we even think we have freedom web all around you there are different rules of ” ediquette” and laws – but why doesn’t someone stand up to the government and prove to them that they aren’t giving us freedom as they promised – will we never truly be free because of all these rules , ? Why do we need to make ourselves appropriate for others around us.
It wasn’t proper, the way she chomped her food, but I remained quiet. This was the love of my son’s life after all. I just couldn’t help but think that she wasn’t quite right for him. Her etiquette was lacking and I was a mother who took pride in teaching her children proper manners. Thus is love.
sometimes you just have to grin and bear it. sometimes you just have to say the “right” thing because it’s right, no matter what you think. sometimes everything inside of you is telling you to scream something at the top of your lungs, but you still have to force a smile, shake her hand, and walk calmly away.
“A pretty little bird.”
That was how she described me that day, and I still don’t understand. How could my appearance have made me look like a bird? My shyness, my dress, my politeness, all parts of my etiquette training, had earned me a new nickname.
sometimes people concern themselves with etiquette, especially at fancy dinners and outings. Personally, etiquette is only useful if you are dining with the Queen because we are all just human and the rest is just so silly to even worry about. Burp, cough and chew a little loud in fron tof me please.
I can’t believe that this is the word. I feel like etiquette is simultaneously the thing that I’m the best at and then again the thing that I’m the worst at. Best in that at least I know when I’m breaking it–unlike a lot of other people who give themselves a lot more credit than I do. Clearly I’m thinking of my boss Meredith. I’m always thinking of my boss Meredith. She treats me hoo-bunk and then she acts aghast when I express that I feel I am.
“Fancy” people have no etiquette. They think they do, but they really don’t. They’re just snobby and stuck-up. They believe that based on these arbitrary “rules” of what’s right and what’s wrong determines the character and personality of a person. But it doesn’t. They are the people who are impolite and have no manners.
its all about being fancy and polite and have good manners and junk. good etiquette, for example, is placing your napkin on your lap while you eat meals. also no elbows on the table. sometimes punishable by death.
Etiquette, she thought as she walked towards him in the candlelit room, is entirely useless when it comes to what one wants. As she reached him, she gazed up into his face and saw the questioning look there. She watched him, wiling him to understand. I love you, she thought. I love you.
For as long as I’ve been alive, people have been abandoning their morals and childhood-enforced manners for crude slang, deviant acts, and superficial online relationships. I can’t even remember the last time somebody said, “Thank you,” to me as I held the door open for them. I hate people.
I held the knapkin close to my face. it was a full minute before the sneeze came and when it did I relished release and spent time wiping it clean, every last nostril hair.
etiquette is a necessary evil. i can’t stand it, and i can’t stand people without it. it drives me absolutely nuts when i have to go through the motions of being polite and having manners in places i feel they aren’t truly necessary. but when i’m in another situation, it drives me nuts when someone doesn’t have the courtesy to mind their manners and be respectful.
i dont really like this word, it has nothing to do with anything. in fact i don’t really understand what i’m doing typing this stuff out. what is this nonsense?
and why wont my brother get here already? i want to go home. but i can’t. and at this rate i never will. will someone please talk to me? even if it’s just about etiquette.
In all manner of societies there have been rules on how best to comport yourself, and these are mirrored in all manner of literature. From how to comport yourself in detail, like the manner books put together by miss Something or Other, to mockeries, satires, like the gentle fun that Jane Austen poked at her own society in the Georgian English era. They are important rules, and not to be underestimated, because without them, our civilization would be greatly diminished and lacking. We need etiquette to call ourselves civil, and to satisfy the longing in ourselves to be morally and ethically correct. Etiquette is the nicest and most polite way to avoid hurting anyone in the slightest, and to preserve one’s dignity in trying situations.
Manners. Chivalry. Where has it gone? Why is it a bad thing to want to be treated like a lady, or that men have to be crass. Or women for that matter? Why are good manners, being kind bad? Why are girls crude? What gives them the idea it’s ok? Hmm. I wish for a simpler time, or a more genteel time.
I believe this generation seriously lacks etiquette. Before, people were highly criticized for not being mindful of their manners. Now, people are rude and show no sign of class. Etiquette needs to become the new fashion, desperately.
I have no etiquette. All I have a raw reactions to how I behave. If only I had the proper training or breeding or something… but no, I am just me, i burp, I fart, I don’t apologize, and I write about it. Crazy. rude.
nearing the first turn in the season of summer the white of the sky disappears and the blue replaces it. as proper etiquette a blue black fly runs it’s circles closer to the earth. the moon pulls and our hair and nails grow faster. a daytime raucous fills the nighttime air as we settle near the lake and pop open the first beer after the long trip. “it was a nice drive. we missed the traffic,” says the driver. “the traffic missed us,” says the drunk. the day still lingers over the mountain but the lake looks cold as nightlight. a pair from the group decide to take a dip. clothes drop heedlessly on soft pine needles as the rest watch envious and not. “is it warm?” the tentative holler. bubble bubble. “ahh.” “ahh, what?” “yes, yes, it’s warm.” a few eyes meet, a few smiles exchanged. clothes tugged off in impatient pulls and shrugs. he smells the air and is full of love for his friends. beer cans hastily swigged and in a rush and a splash they are knee-deep, waist-deep, tit-deep, and under. giggles exhaled. “goddamn somamabitches it’s fe-reeezing.” laughter echoes against the mountains in retort. “oh come now big boy, t’ain’t that bad.” breaths settle in a regular rhythm and they commence to float on their backs. the stars meet their shining faces and it feels like summer has finally arrived. the lake is still now as if they’d never ruptured it’s glassy surface. “fuck this, i’m starting a fire.” big boy sloshes out, his heavy boxers weighing as if they still wanted to swim. mud sneaks between his toes and the dark hides the bugs from view. “i guess we’ll help,” chime the twins. slight shivers as they circle the area for twigs and dry leaves. the air seems thinner out here and he wonders if he’s ever noticed the air being thicker. maybe after sex. in a car. he gets out of the water and goes straight for his beer. there are so few chances to drink during the week. too much sleep to catch up on. too much news to read. and try to forget. with all the trees recycling their carbon he almost feels guilty. he definitely feels small. and young which is rare at 30.
of etiquettes and morals, what would you chose over the other is only a matter of how clean your conscience is. when you dont choose you can always do justice to both. one above the other is thet est
Have I ever told you what it is your etiquette does for me?
You speak with those words… they flow out of your
Mouth like the waves of a peaceful and intelligent ocean.
Etiquette is the grease that oils the machinery of civility. Lose the etiquette and we’re all just a bunch of wolves snarling over a caribou carcass on the tundra.
I come in to work everyday hoping that I can exude my proper etiquette towards the human race. I am constantly disappointed with the individual greed and self interest of the individuals with whom I work and frequently see both a lack of etiquette and decency.
Is what everyone in this world needs to learn more about and actually practice it! What happened to etiquette in our world? It’s sad to say that it is gone.
knife, fork, eat properly, manners, gentleman. Etiquette is something that is lacking in the world today, especially among women. I myself am a culprit. I myself am a Ladette.
“Didn’t your mother teach you proper etiquette? Haven’t you ever heard of the word ‘manners’? You disgusting filth, you. Get out of my sight before I puke.”
“no…no and no”
The etiquette class changed him. It did not help of course. He was as rude as ever. Worse than I could have previously imagined. He now knew how to mock manners on a whole new level.
Enter: the public sphere;
Your mothers fears
A space to share
On the condition
You don’t bring your
Fathers sweat and tears
Be short, be brief, be clear
Otherwise your not wanted here.
Oh geesh.
Do you remember “writer’s etiquette?” How we were taught that each sentence begins
and ends with proper punctuation! And the fact that grammer and spelin were the most important for clarity and understanding of a pice.
etiquette. well when i think of etiquette, I think of manners, and when I think of manners, I think of my mom yelling at me at the dinner table to use them. I use them when I am around other people who arent in my family, but when I’m just eating at home, theres no point in using them.
Proper placement of the silverware is imperative. The dessert spoon goes above the dinner plate, with its bowl on the left. Forks go from the outside in, in order of the course. Napkin goes in lap as soon as you sit down. Lay your cutlery across your plate diagonally, northwest to southeast, tines down, to signal when you are finished eating.
Why Do we need to follow a set of rules telling us how to write talk and walk ben dress – why isn’t this world about individuality and expressing yourself ? All we talk about I freedom and how USA is the best because of ally eh freedom we have – but than they stick all these rules on who to be . You can’t yell at anyone without feelin bad , This is such bullshit – why do we even think we have freedom web all around you there are different rules of ” ediquette” and laws – but why doesn’t someone stand up to the government and prove to them that they aren’t giving us freedom as they promised – will we never truly be free because of all these rules , ? Why do we need to make ourselves appropriate for others around us.
It wasn’t proper, the way she chomped her food, but I remained quiet. This was the love of my son’s life after all. I just couldn’t help but think that she wasn’t quite right for him. Her etiquette was lacking and I was a mother who took pride in teaching her children proper manners. Thus is love.
sometimes you just have to grin and bear it. sometimes you just have to say the “right” thing because it’s right, no matter what you think. sometimes everything inside of you is telling you to scream something at the top of your lungs, but you still have to force a smile, shake her hand, and walk calmly away.
How did she become so fair?
By practicing etiquette, I bet.
“A pretty little bird.”
That was how she described me that day, and I still don’t understand. How could my appearance have made me look like a bird? My shyness, my dress, my politeness, all parts of my etiquette training, had earned me a new nickname.
She asked me flat-out
how much money I made
She knew I was a
stay-at-home-mom
Rather than point that
out to her I just
told her to mind
her etiquette and
went back to my
newspaper.
sometimes people concern themselves with etiquette, especially at fancy dinners and outings. Personally, etiquette is only useful if you are dining with the Queen because we are all just human and the rest is just so silly to even worry about. Burp, cough and chew a little loud in fron tof me please.
I can’t believe that this is the word. I feel like etiquette is simultaneously the thing that I’m the best at and then again the thing that I’m the worst at. Best in that at least I know when I’m breaking it–unlike a lot of other people who give themselves a lot more credit than I do. Clearly I’m thinking of my boss Meredith. I’m always thinking of my boss Meredith. She treats me hoo-bunk and then she acts aghast when I express that I feel I am.
“Fancy” people have no etiquette. They think they do, but they really don’t. They’re just snobby and stuck-up. They believe that based on these arbitrary “rules” of what’s right and what’s wrong determines the character and personality of a person. But it doesn’t. They are the people who are impolite and have no manners.
I have no etiquette
Sorry guys.
Just no etiquette for you at all
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its all about being fancy and polite and have good manners and junk. good etiquette, for example, is placing your napkin on your lap while you eat meals. also no elbows on the table. sometimes punishable by death.
is it proper etiquette
to give a lady a rose
if she has never worn floral?
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some would say,
we can give others chances
and assume something about them
that we cannot see from their cover.
if you see me dressed in black,
point me to a rainbow,
and i will smile and give you a hug,
and possibly thank you.
Etiquette, she thought as she walked towards him in the candlelit room, is entirely useless when it comes to what one wants. As she reached him, she gazed up into his face and saw the questioning look there. She watched him, wiling him to understand. I love you, she thought. I love you.
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For as long as I’ve been alive, people have been abandoning their morals and childhood-enforced manners for crude slang, deviant acts, and superficial online relationships. I can’t even remember the last time somebody said, “Thank you,” to me as I held the door open for them. I hate people.
I held the knapkin close to my face. it was a full minute before the sneeze came and when it did I relished release and spent time wiping it clean, every last nostril hair.
Etiquette is a euphemism for social control- an instrument with which to dominate the surging masses
etiquette is a necessary evil. i can’t stand it, and i can’t stand people without it. it drives me absolutely nuts when i have to go through the motions of being polite and having manners in places i feel they aren’t truly necessary. but when i’m in another situation, it drives me nuts when someone doesn’t have the courtesy to mind their manners and be respectful.
i dont really like this word, it has nothing to do with anything. in fact i don’t really understand what i’m doing typing this stuff out. what is this nonsense?
and why wont my brother get here already? i want to go home. but i can’t. and at this rate i never will. will someone please talk to me? even if it’s just about etiquette.
etiquette
the word itself makes you follow it
it preys upon the weak
it makes you seek
perfection
all of us trying to fit in
changing ourselves with drugs to fit something
but then we’re told to be different
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In all manner of societies there have been rules on how best to comport yourself, and these are mirrored in all manner of literature. From how to comport yourself in detail, like the manner books put together by miss Something or Other, to mockeries, satires, like the gentle fun that Jane Austen poked at her own society in the Georgian English era. They are important rules, and not to be underestimated, because without them, our civilization would be greatly diminished and lacking. We need etiquette to call ourselves civil, and to satisfy the longing in ourselves to be morally and ethically correct. Etiquette is the nicest and most polite way to avoid hurting anyone in the slightest, and to preserve one’s dignity in trying situations.
Manners. Chivalry. Where has it gone? Why is it a bad thing to want to be treated like a lady, or that men have to be crass. Or women for that matter? Why are good manners, being kind bad? Why are girls crude? What gives them the idea it’s ok? Hmm. I wish for a simpler time, or a more genteel time.
I believe this generation seriously lacks etiquette. Before, people were highly criticized for not being mindful of their manners. Now, people are rude and show no sign of class. Etiquette needs to become the new fashion, desperately.
I have no etiquette. All I have a raw reactions to how I behave. If only I had the proper training or breeding or something… but no, I am just me, i burp, I fart, I don’t apologize, and I write about it. Crazy. rude.
nearing the first turn in the season of summer the white of the sky disappears and the blue replaces it. as proper etiquette a blue black fly runs it’s circles closer to the earth. the moon pulls and our hair and nails grow faster. a daytime raucous fills the nighttime air as we settle near the lake and pop open the first beer after the long trip. “it was a nice drive. we missed the traffic,” says the driver. “the traffic missed us,” says the drunk. the day still lingers over the mountain but the lake looks cold as nightlight. a pair from the group decide to take a dip. clothes drop heedlessly on soft pine needles as the rest watch envious and not. “is it warm?” the tentative holler. bubble bubble. “ahh.” “ahh, what?” “yes, yes, it’s warm.” a few eyes meet, a few smiles exchanged. clothes tugged off in impatient pulls and shrugs. he smells the air and is full of love for his friends. beer cans hastily swigged and in a rush and a splash they are knee-deep, waist-deep, tit-deep, and under. giggles exhaled. “goddamn somamabitches it’s fe-reeezing.” laughter echoes against the mountains in retort. “oh come now big boy, t’ain’t that bad.” breaths settle in a regular rhythm and they commence to float on their backs. the stars meet their shining faces and it feels like summer has finally arrived. the lake is still now as if they’d never ruptured it’s glassy surface. “fuck this, i’m starting a fire.” big boy sloshes out, his heavy boxers weighing as if they still wanted to swim. mud sneaks between his toes and the dark hides the bugs from view. “i guess we’ll help,” chime the twins. slight shivers as they circle the area for twigs and dry leaves. the air seems thinner out here and he wonders if he’s ever noticed the air being thicker. maybe after sex. in a car. he gets out of the water and goes straight for his beer. there are so few chances to drink during the week. too much sleep to catch up on. too much news to read. and try to forget. with all the trees recycling their carbon he almost feels guilty. he definitely feels small. and young which is rare at 30.
Is etiquette all it’s cracked up to be? More specifically, was it worth it, oneword.com, to post a word that sucks to spell? Thanks for that.
of etiquettes and morals, what would you chose over the other is only a matter of how clean your conscience is. when you dont choose you can always do justice to both. one above the other is thet est
Have I ever told you what it is your etiquette does for me?
You speak with those words… they flow out of your
Mouth like the waves of a peaceful and intelligent ocean.
Etiquette is the grease that oils the machinery of civility. Lose the etiquette and we’re all just a bunch of wolves snarling over a caribou carcass on the tundra.
I come in to work everyday hoping that I can exude my proper etiquette towards the human race. I am constantly disappointed with the individual greed and self interest of the individuals with whom I work and frequently see both a lack of etiquette and decency.